Today was a big day - the third in the Greenville spring training series races. Of course, this was also my third road race ever so it's interesting for me to see how things shake out. First though, I want to comment on my compadres racing in different categories than I.

Cat 5, 34-
Not the best day for our younger cat 5 guys. Allen had a good finish, but Robert, who won at last week's BMW race crashed and didn't finish. I don't know how it really played out, but Allen ended up 11th or so. I'd say that was a good finish, but he wasn't satisfied when I spoke to him after his race.

Cat 4
The Cat 4 guys had a great race. Early in the race Tim Granger was out with 3 other guys on a breakaway that lasted for definately an entire lap, and perhaps more before they got reeled in by the pack. Randy, Kirk and Brian stayed with the pack throughout the race. Randy and Kirk did a lot of work near the front to help control the race - especially when Tim was out on the breakaway. When it came to the end, Brian, who has a pretty good placement in the ominum rocked it in for 6th place. Listening to those guys talk about it, it was a really strong effort by Brian coming from 20 something position up to 6th in the last 1000 meters (or so).

Cat 5, 35+
This of course is the race in which I participated. We had a relatively small field for this race - something on the order of 20 - 25 riders (guessing here - it wasn't huge). There were three Spinners guys out there today. Abhay, Dave and I lined up to see what we could make happen.

As in the previous races, I lined up on the front. Something about being in the back doesn't sit well with me. Abhay was on the front with me and we enjoyed listening to Glenn give us the pre-race low-down (Glenn has worked as the announcer in each of the Spring Series races so far). He's got a good sense of humour and we all shared some laughs as he spoke. Dave pulled in to the back as Glenn was wrapping up his spiel.

Today's race started off with an immediate attack. We weren't 2 miles down the road before a couple of guys tried to go off the front. Me and one other guy latched on to their wheels. There was a small chance of a breakaway, but despite the fact that each of us pulled through for at least one rotation, we weren't really getting anywhere. At best, we might have pulled about a dozen bike lengths, but it was relatively short lived. Perhaps our little breakaway was out there for about 3-5 miles. Good effort, but it just didn't happen that early in the race.

In fact, when I latched on to those guys, I even thought it was too early. I knew I should not be working so hard so early in the race. However, since they did pull a little gap, I felt it was important that a Spinner was out there to cover it. And, because I'm arguably an idoit, I like to be near the front to cover these kinds of things.

There were a lot of attacks today. There was two teams that seemed to be making their attempts at controlling the pace. I have to say they succeeded. The teams were the Harris Teeter team and the 'spirited cycling cycling club' team. It seemed they were swapping attacks. None of them really ever got away, but both those teams had a strategy.

What was I doing when these guys were attacking? Well, I was up there near the front reacting. For the first lap, I was there with them, responding to their attacks. I spent a lot of time (too much really) being reactive. My team-mates were much smarter than I was - they recognized that none of these attacks were going to amount to enough to be concerned about. They sat in and conserved. Meanwhile, I'm being stupid out there.

Some interesting things happened with these teams - more than once, one of the team-mates of the attacker pulled us up to the breakaway group. I have made that mistake before, but it happened probably 5 or 6 times today. That's a lot of mistakes being made by those guys. Whatever, it saved me and my Spinners team-mates (and everyone else) from having to work to make the bridge.

Speaking of making the bridge, one of the guys who I have mentioned in my previous race reports - the les amis guy Bobby - did his share of work today. He got out front and pulled, and he was involved in the early breakaway attempt as well. He worked hard. I don't know how he ended up, but he was there for pretty much the entire race.

I did my share of making bridges today. My tendancy is to not let anyone get too far ahead. With these two teams out there, they were actually blocking when their guys were out front. I saw it happening, as I'm sure others did. More than once, I pulled the peloton up to the breakaway group. I tried to moderate myself - keeping in my best aero position and doing my best to minimize the work I had to do. Still, I was out there actively participating in that race. I enjoyed it - every minute of it. Even when I was out front making the bridge or pulling the peloton - working much harder than I really needed to. As it turned out, none of the breakaways ever amounted to anything. Would it have been any different if I had sat in? Probably not, I'm sure there is someone else out there who would have made the bridge if it wasn't me or one of the several others who put forth the effort.

The pace was fast today. I didn't see my computer to get an actual average pace, but we (all of us) worked hard. Even the guys sitting in had to work to keep with the pack. The hills were definately a factor today. There are two significant hills on the Fork Shoals course. One of them is just past the half-way point on the course. It leads up to Dunklin Bridge Road. There was an attack on this hill on each of our two laps. Again, nothing really came of these attacks, but they were excellent efforts from the attackers.

The other hill leads up to the left turn and the final 1500 meters (or so). This was a hill that could make a difference in this race. Randy had warned me about this hill and given me some advice on how to handle it in the closing stages of the race. This course and this hill is well suited for those who are climbers. While it was not a horrendus distance to climb, at full race pace it would prove to be a deciding factor.

As we made the final climb up to Dunklin Bridge road, there was two off the front. One of them was from the Spirited Cycling club. I'm don't recall who the other rider was. We kept them in sight, and I was near the front.

I like climbing, and I feel I have a pretty strong motor for making those climbs. It didn't surprise me when I found myself at the front of the peloton as we finished the climb and turned on to Dunklin bridge road.

Dunklin Bridge road is not a difficult road to ride, but it is uphill more than the casual cyclist would recognize. I tried to put my climbing skills to work to bring the peloton back up to the two riders on their breakaway. Mostly what I mean is I tried to let my legs do the work while not stressing my heart and / or lungs too much. I was reasonably successful - we caught them just after we made the turn onto Cedar Falls road.

After making that turn, I dropped back in the pack a little to see about making some recovery. I didn't drop back too far - still within the top 10. We had less than 5 miles to go and I wanted to be in striking position if it came to that.

Abhay and Dave rode a really smart race. They covered my back as I was out there doing my best to cover the attacks. I felt good knowing they were there with me. I was hoping to give a leadout for one of them to get a good placing in the race and through that some points in the ominum.

The final 4 miles of this course is through rolling hills along this Cedar Falls Road. At one point (a very critical point), you get an incredible view of 'Fork Shoals' - or at least I think it is fork shoals. It's cool, no matter what it is called. I think that is the Reedy River we are riding along.

As we caught the two riders who had a small breakaway since before the hill leading up to Dunklin Bridge road, I tried to stay near the front. I was hoping that Abhay was working his way up as that is what we had discussed prior to the race. The plan was that he and I would get together after the turn and I would give him a leadout as we approached and went through the final turn.

Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out as we had planned. As we rolled through Cedar Falls road I found myself near the front of the peloton. Not a major problem, but unfortunatly, I mis-timed my attack.

There are actually two hills leading up to the last left turn. The first hill is relatively short, but certainly can begin to break the pack apart. As we approached this hill, I lost track of where I was on the course. While I didn't go full out on this hill, I did find myself pushing pretty hard. In fact, as we crested this hill, I found myself at the front of the pack. This is not really where I wanted to be at this point. I was hoping to have some peeps to draft off of as we made the descent to the final hill.

Without those peeps, I did what I could - I tucked in and did my best to find opportunity to recover. As you make this descent, you have the awesome view of the shoals off to your right. As I coasted down towards the bridge, I found myself looking over at these shoals and I really felt a sense of peace. Funny how you find these moments in life, especially when I realized the mistake I made by pushing so hard up that first hill.

As I approached the bridge, I started spinning again to make sure I was in the appropriate gear for the final hill before the turn. I crossed that bridge leading the peloton and started pulling them up the hill on the other side. I felt pretty good, but I questioned my own sanity. What was I thinking pushing so hard up that first little rise???

I continued my climb up the last significant hill on the course. Perhaps half way up, I was passed by an unknown rider and my team-mate Abhay. He was killing it! I picked up my pace and tried to stay on his wheel. At least one or two others got passed me as we made the final approach to the last left turn.

Abhay had a strong pace up the hill, which I was not able to completely match. There was one or two guys between us, and one guy in front of him. As they made the left turn, Abhay had the advantage and was first through the turn.

While there was still a couple of riders between us, I still felt strong and those guys faded quickly. Abhay was out in front by himself and I felt it important to get up to him. I thought if I could get in front of him, perhaps I could give him the leadout we had discussed prior to the race.

It's amazing how the wind can affect your efforts on the bike. There was only about 2 bike lengths between Abhay and I, and we had just under a mile to go. I had to do my best aero tuck to gain advantage on him. I was really hoping I could help him to the finish.

As we passed the 1000m to sprint sign, I saw that I was gaining on him. We were still leading the pack, so I felt pretty good about what was happening. I wasn't sure how Abhay was feeling, but I knew where I was - I was feeling it for sure. One thing is different today from last week - I was going to 'play to the bell'.

Perhaps it is obvious, but that phrase 'play to the bell' really means that you go as hard as you can until the race (or game in the case of this phrase) is over. I was determined to go as hard as I could today.

In my post-race analysis from last week, I realized that I really didn't give it everything I had. On saturday I let up when the sprinters started to pass me. On sunday, I let up about the time the peloton caught me. Today I wasn't going to give up.

I saw that Abhay was starting to drop off the pace, so I pulled harder and as I passed him, I said (if you can imagine my effort, I was completely out of breath, so the fact that I could say anything to him amazes me) "C'mon Abhay". I was hoping he would still have some reserves.

I kept pulling as the road continued uphill slightly. As we passed the 200m mark, I was still in front, and I was hoping he was still on my wheel. Shortly after that, the sprinters started to show their wheels. I redoubled my efforts and tried to maintain my position. I didn't see Abhay pass me, but I was pretty occupied at that particular moment.

Several riders got passed me. Determined not to repeat the performance of last week, I kicked it up a couple of gears and started standing up. As I approached the finish line, I was wheel to wheel with another guy. I feel good about my effort - I didn't give up, I pushed until we crossed the line.

In the aftermath, I finished in ninth position for the day. I am really stoked about this finish as it came after a lot of effort throughout the race. In chatting with my Cat 4 team-mate Kadiens after the race, I realize what I now need to learn - Patience. Had I spent less time pulling the peloton I might have had a better finishing position.

The other important part of today's race is the obvious strength of my team-mates. I think both Dave and Abhay are very accomplished riders. However, I think they are more conservative than they need to be. I think with the three of us, we can respond to any attack, and still put someone in the top 10 for every race. The only thing we need to do is continue to learn each other's strengths and begin to work those strengths to the team advantage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First, the team news:

Cat4: Brian Kadiens takes 3rd place in the Cat 4 race. Tim Granger, Randy Hutchinson and Peter Mathern did an excellent job keeping the guys in contention. Peter started a long slow burn somewhere coming up the hill at the end of the runway. Randy took over from him and burned his match until Brian rocketed past to take 3rd by a wheel.

Cat5 (34-): Good race by the guys. Robert went down with some bike damage, but no damage to body or spirit. Tom had a good race and gained some great experience. He was gapped a little in the aftermath of the wreck that took Robert out, but managed to finish with the peloton.

Cat 5 (35+): Good race by the guys (see below for my personal perspective and specifics of how Dave and Ed did). Bryant had a good race as well. I believe he met his goal of sticking with the peloton. I think he only lost ground on the two significant hills. Otherwise, I think the pace (about 21mph) was totally doable for him.

Great Job to everyone who raced today. Now, here's my perspective of the Cat5, 35+ race.

There it is, in the history books, my first ever bicycle road race. I was pretty stoked about this race, and last night my crew from the P3C3 Ride to Austin and I met up for some fellowship at Carrabas Italian Grill. Knowing I had a race today, I held myself to only a dozen beers (kidding - I know how much of a foolish move that would have been ;). It was great to see my buddy Ed, who I have not seen in quite some time - perhaps since the Austin trip. He would be racing in the same race as me - Cat 5, 35+ age group.

The plan was to meet at Donaldson (aka SCTAC) at about 7am so we would have time to pick up our registration and do some warmup. We hoped to get a full lap, alas, we only had a chance to ride the course backward to the base of 3M hill. It was enough as I was able to talk strategy with Ed a little as we rode back. We also rode with one of our team-mates Tom who would be racing in the Cat 5, 34- group.

As we were riding back in from our warm up, the announcers were calling the first groups to line up. Perfect timing really - it allowed me to remove a layer of clothing as it was really starting to warm up out there.

In the last few weeks, everyone I had spoken to about racing had offered me the same advice - stay near the front for as much of the race as you can - it's safer up there. So, I made sure that Ed and Dave were near me, and I lined up on the front row for our group. The younger Cat 5 riders took off first, and we followed about 4 - 5 minutes later.

I was really expecting this group to lay down a serious hammer for the first lap. I felt it really important to be up there at the front so I could respond to any attacks. I had to trust that Ed and Dave would be there.

I ended up in the top 3 coming past the stop sign and the lead rider was setting a good pace, but it wasn't killing anyone. I was ok with that. It seemed like a smart way to ride a race that typically comes to a sprint anyway - be safe, keep the pace reasonable - hard enough to kick out the riders who are going to get kicked out, but not so hard that people make mistakes.

As we came around to the base of the golf course hill, I expected to see an attack. I was surprised when nothing substantive took place. As I was the lead rider for the spinners (meaning simply I was the guy closest to the front), I felt it was my job to respond to any attacks off the front. There was some harder riding up the hill, but the attack I expected never materialized. I stuck with the lead group and maintained a top 5 position.

Through the rollers on the back side, again, no real strong attacks. Yes, a rider or two would put on a little show, but I and the others around me responded and nobody ever got away.

As we came up 3M hill for the first time, a couple of guys from team Metro came to the front. It was good to see my buddy Dan up there on the wheel of his team-mate Mel. I held pace with them and the peloton started to take a recognizable shape.

As we rounded the turn at the country route turn-off, I started to recognize a couple of guys who were taking the same conservative approach we (Spinners) were taking. One constant at the front with me was a Les Amis guy - Bobby. He was riding solo, but really being smart about it. Even with as much attention I was paying to the draft and the amount of time I spent in the wind, I think he was even better at it than I was.

I wasn't sure how things were shaking out behind me, in the front, we were mostly no more than 2 abreast and often had a single rider leading a pair (often me and the les amis guy Bobby), followed by usually another pair before the peloton spread across the road.

As we came up out of the dip at the end of the runway, a guy attacked and I responded. After most of a lap that was quite civilized, I thought this might be it. Of course, he burned his match and backed off the pace. I was quite content to sit on his wheel as we were re-absorbed by the peloton.

At the end of lap 1, I was still in the front 5, and had not spent any real time out in the wind. Perhaps Lap 2 would be different.

Surprisingly, it really wasn't. There was an occasional burst off the front, but always a quick response by the guys in the front. Bobby and I simply matched anything that came past us, while sticking like glue to whoever happened to be punching a hole in the wind. It was as we went up 3M hill for the second time that I had a brief chat with him and found out he was by himself out there.

Just before 3M hill, on the rollers, Dave rode up next to me and we had a little chat. He asked how I was, I asked how he was. I was in total agreement with his response - "I'm feeling good - not breakaway good, but good". Summed it up quite well for me. We chatted briefly about a end-race strategy. I asked him to be the first lead out guy after the right curve on the hill at the end of the runway. I would follow, and Ed would be there for the sprint. His confidence may not have been 100% when he responded, but I asked him to sit in and be ready for it.

The attacks started coming as we rounded turn at the country route intersection. A guy in Green attacked and I went with him. We pulled a little gap, and had I jumped up when he started to fade, there may have been a chance for a breakaway. I didn't think that was a good idea, so again, I stayed on his wheel until the peloton caught us.

The second lap ended with John Frame pulling us through the start / finish line and around the corner. He had attacked on the flat after the runway hill, but the peloton was starting to get antsy and responded quickly.

As we rolled through on the approach to and up the golf course hill, you could feel the energy in the group had risen to a higher frequency. Peeps were starting to go off the front more, and a time or two a small group would get a small gap. I was in with most of this, doing my best to keep a spinner's kit near the front. I trusted that Ed and Dave were keeping things in check behind me.

Despite the attacks, the peloton was coherent as we rolled past the golf course hill. I was still near the front with the Les Amis guy, and we were letting everyone else do the work. And there were guys who were not afraid to get out there and pull. Thanks to them - they kept the pace up at a solid 21mph.

As we rolled down the other side of golf course hill, and into the rollers, the energy of the group had pushed me back a couple of positions. I was still in the top 10, but the group was starting to surge. Somewhere on that back side of the course, I heard what everyone hates to hear the most - the sound of a bicycle hitting pavement. I have no idea how that affected the integrity of the peloton, but I knew that at least one guy was out of it. It was only after the finish line that I realized how many and who had gone down.

The pace picked up for a little while with more attacks off the front. As we went up 3M hill, we were working hard to keep those attacks from making a real dent in us. Once again, after the country route intersection (at the top of 3M hill), the same guy in green kit attacked. I caught his wheel and I think Bobby from Les Amis was there with us. We pulled a little gap - we might have been able to make something stick if we had really pushed it and worked together. However, I had spoken with Ed and Dave and we had a strategy. I wasn't going to do anything that would disrupt that strategy - we were so close.

Somewhere in there, as I got blocked in against the yellow line, I started to get a bad feeling - not about my position, but about my fellow Spinners. I was worried that I was out there by myself. Worse, I was blocked in, outside the top 10 with the surging peloton to my right and the yellow line to my left. I managed to squeeze a position here and there by riding right on the yellow line. Things were starting to get squirrely out there, and I didn't like it.

As we passed the hangers (on the right side, before the downhill into the dip), the lead rider pulled off to the right. I think he wanted to get out of the wind, but everyone else followed him. I found myself with a clear lane in front of me. It was too early to go, but I used that opportunity to get back up towards the top 5.

I had that clear space in front of me as we went through the dip, and as we rode up towards the right hand curve in the middle of that hill. At this point, I should have looked around to make sure Dave and Ed were with me so we could implement our sprint strategy. I take the blame for not doing so, and thus putting Dave behind me when the plan was for him to lead out. I was hoping that those guys were ready to improvise.

As we came around that right hand curve, I still had this very clear lane in front of me. Something was telling me that Ed was not near the front. I don't know what it was - I just had this bad feeling that had persisted since shortly after hearing that crash on the back side of the course.

Regardless, I had to implement our strategy. I didn't want to burn my match (or maybe I can call this a candle...), without someone to benefit from it. John Frame was in about 2nd position or so and I was coming up on his left side. I struck my match and told John "Lets go John". I know he has a good sprint, and that feeling about Ed just wouldn't leave. I thought I could at least help someone that I know.

I put the match to my candle and got down in my best aero position. We were still more than 1000 meters out, but I get a pretty good long burn from that candle of mine. I passed the lead riders and put everything I had into it. I was surprised that another leadout train didn't pass me until after we were within the 200m mark. In fact, we were well within the 200m mark when my candle began to dim and people started to come around. I did my best to keep that flame going, but I knew I was not destined for the top 5. I didn't see any Spinners jerseys coming past me either, so I was a little bummed that our efforts wouldn't put anyone in the top 5.

I crossed the line and figured I would be lucky to be in the top 20, maybe top 15. I looked around for Spinners Jerseys and found Dave right behind me. No sign of Ed. It turns out that he had his front wheel taken out by a rider who rode right across it - he was the one guy who went down in our race. I was concerned about him (note: After getting checked out by the Medics, it turns out he stressed his shoulder ligaments - no breaks or serious seperations)

Lessons learned and / or items I need to brush up on:
1. Everyone who said to stay in the front of the pack was right. Until the last half lap, it was very smooth up front. Only when I got blocked against the yellow line, and lose position did it feel really squirelly.

2. I need to pay more attention to the positions of my team-mates. I'm not sure how to do this when I am in front of them. I'll take any advice. Although my efforts did pay off for John (he got 4th after being blocked in briefly as the first riders started to come around), I need to know if there is one of my team-mates who will be able to take advantage of me burning my candle. If not, I need to save it to try for my own win.

3. I went a little too early today. I was out in front of that group pushing the wind for about 1000m - and I stayed out in front until my candle started to flicker (and peeps started coming around). If I had waited another 300 meters, I might have gotten a podium or a win - certainly better than my 13th place (which I am actually quite satisfied with).

4. There is possibility for a breakaway in a cat 5 race. The problem is in the confidence of the riders to pull it off. The other problem is the experience of the peloton - nobody wants to let anyone get too far out front because team tactics are still a little foreign to the Cat 5 racers. The concern is that the peloton would not be organized to catch a break.

So, how do I feel after my very first road race? AWESOME!!!!.